I'm sorry you're sick man :/

I'm very excited today because my gf said she would like me to get a trans bf becuase she's recently discovered she's poly and knows I want one, so now I'm just trying to find one!

I would love to read any haikus you write!

What are your sheel playlist thoughts?

yeah me too :( and my brother bought oreos and i cant even have any because i have to eat them with milk and milk would just make me feel worse :(((

gl on your hunt bro!! im sure you'll find a good guy xx

ok so i wrote five more than i was sposed to xx whoops

my favourite chicken is gone

she would run right up

to say hello

maybe next spring 

we'll meet again

purple is the best colour, i think

so rare in nature

yet we assign it to kings

there are fawns in my grandparents neighborhood again

they are small, gangly

they hide behind their mother

dainty feet barely ghosting the grass as they run

my guitar has scratches from the time i dropped it

wood hitting pavement, a discord of noise

i find it has a certain mournful sound now

character development

we dance in your kitchen to old love songs

big band music always makes me happy

you're the first person i haven't had to teach to dance

lumax<3 after s4 vol 2

after max got out of the hospital, lucas wanted to spend all his time with her. most of the time, he’d be asking his parents he could take max out on a date or if she can stay over. they’d give in of course because they know how much he loves her and why not?

today was a very special day since it was the day they officially started dating(the first time). lucas decided to do something very special for the occasion. he’d spot by her house and pick her up. “where are we going this time?” max asked as he was pushing her out of the front door.(she’s in a wheelchair) “it’s a surprise ~.” lucas said teasingly “you know i hate surprises, what is it?” max said impatiently(tho she’s secretly enjoying it) “you’ll just have to wait and see, maxie.” lucas said grinning ear to ear. max huffed but reminded silent the rest of the way there.

once they arrived at their destination(the park), max then groaned “are we here yet?” “yes, let me find a good spot.” lucas said “where are we anyway?” max asked suspiciously “the park!” lucas said excitedly “why are we here for all places?” max says crossing her arms. “to have a picnic, now let me get you out of this wheelchair so you can feel the grass.” lucas said as he begin to pick her up. max grabbed his arms while he held her, slightly leaning her head to his chest.

after lucas gently placed max on the ground, max took the liberty of slightly swiping her hands through the grass. it’s been a good while since she’s even really went out and felt the world around her. while max was doing that, lucas set up the picnic. finger sandwiches, cornbread(baked by him earlier that day), some fruit, fritters and a nice soft blanket. when lucas was finished, he went over to max and gently put a hand on top of hers. “c’mon, i got the picnic set up.” lucas said while guiding max to the picnic blanket.

they ate and chatted for a while. max’s head was in lucas’ lap with her wheelchair close by just in case. “thanks for this, btw.” max said softly “your welcome, maxie.” lucas replied and smiled while playing with max’s hair. “hey, max?” “yea?” max asked “can i do your hair later?” lucas said smirking. “yea, sure can we go?” max asked clearly hiding her content that lucas would do her hair. “yea.” lucas said and he gently placed her in her wheelchair. then, they were off to lucas’ house.

lucas pushed max up the ramp, unlocked the door and went inside.(the sinclairs had a ramp installed for max bcuz they love her dearly) “here we are!” lucas exclaimed “i can smell that.” max said sarcastically “oh, yea what does my house smell like?” lucas teased “home and you.” max said sincerely. lucas smiled and wheeled her to his room. “hey, max!” erica said as they passed her in the hall “hey, erica.” max smiled. erica whispered something to lucas and he wheeled max faster. once they made it to his room, he softly picked her up and placed her on his bed.

“sooo, what do you want to do with your hair?” lucas asked “i don’t care just as long as you don’t make me look ugly, i can’t see it anyway.” max replied “aw, now max you know i could never make you ugly, you’re so cuteee.” lucas teased “just shut up and do my hair!” max huffed while crossing her arms. “alrigh’, cutie patootie.” lucas said as he started to brush her hair.

lucas decided to just do a simple updo. “smile, maxie!” lucas said as he held his new polaroid camera. “uh whatever.” max said as she smiled “there, just like that, good job!” lucas said as he took the picture. he took out the polaroid, shook it and look at it “this is definitely going on my wall.” lucas smirked “wait how do i look? do i look ok? you better have not made me look weird or i swear to god, sinclair!” max threated, wagging her pointer finger at him. “don’t worry, my rose you look beautiful as always!” lucas sent an air kiss to max “ugh, i hate you!” max huffed “you love me~” lucas teased.

max rolled her eyes but the smile on her face said otherwise. “you’re smiling! you do love me!!” lucas exclaimed and went to tackled her “ahhhh!!! LUCAS CHARLES SINCLAIR!!” max yelled as he started to tickle her. they laughed for a bit. “hey, max are you stayin over?” erica barged in. “erica, really?” lucas said in annoyance “what?? momma and dad wanna know so they can fix dinner.” erica rolled her eyes at her brother’s stupidity. lucas then turned to max “well, do you?” he asked “well, it’s better than my house so yea.” max said “uh, ok i’ll tell them i guess they’ll call your mom.” erica said as she walked out the room. they giggled and lucas placed a kiss on max’s cheek. “you’re very pretty, maxie boo<3” lucas said “ughhhh, lucas! stop with the cheesy pet names!” max groaned and started to wipe the kiss off her cheek.

“what do you mean??? you love them!!” lucas said with a hint of fake hurt in his voice. he started to kiss all over max’s face. “you. love. my. pet. names. maxie. boo.!!!” lucas said through each kiss. “ok ok, you win!!!” max exclaimed and lucas grinned hard.

after a while, they went to eat dinner and went to put on their pajamas, max reluctantly put on lucas’ hawkins hoodie because at least it smells like him. they went to cuddle, max’s head was in lucas’ chest and lucas was playing with max’s hair.(almost all my fics have cuddling because i need to feel the void of loneliness) they soon feel asleep, their breathing syncing with one another.(mrs. sinclair knows how to make a good meal, that’s a fact)

erica passed by on her way to the bathroom. she pulled out her polaroid. quickly snapped a pic and giggled away.(she protested that if lucas got a polaroid, she would get one too)

@no-ordinary-demigirl @fruity-cryptid @foodiewithdahoodie @pimplepogue @adorewillbyers @byleriscannonparty @verashalurks @tinylittle-superfan @yelenapines @wibble-wobbegong @crownedstars

hi!

ok so i saw your answer yesterday but i think i thought since you were up late that i would wait to send another ask. but. now i can't remember if i did that. so if this is a repeat <3 sorry <3

lol you put ice cubes in with the hot chocolate mix? was the coffee hot or cold? i'm just so amused by this

oooh you pickle mangoes? that sounds so interesting! i love rice and lentils (red lentils my beloved). So you eat the pickled mangoes with the rice and lentils? or like as a side? I have not had much experience with Indian food. I've tried several things that I don't remember back in college but I have made chicken tikka masala at home. My family loves to go to restaurants that serve food from other countries but where I live Indian food isn't as represented.

i'm going to pick up ingredients for chili and cornbread this weekend and i'm really looking forward to that. It's finally starting to cool down here (well. it will tomorrow. today it's hot as hell)

I feel you. I turn 28 in a few weeks and i do not feel like i'm almost 30! I still feel like I don't know what i'm doing even though I've lived on my own for 6 years. Best of luck with your Decisions <3 <3 <3

I like to draw faces and paint skies/plants. My fav medium is definitely watercolor.

Fun fact: as i was scrolling to find your answer to my last ask i saw your post about that autism quiz and i got a 154 so that. explains some things.

<3 gold(ish)

hey!!! <3

and no! you're good!! this is not a repeat ✨🤭

okay. see. refer to how i didn't really drink coffee before this year. so i just put like the chocolate powder in there. i think i used cold milk tho! so it was iced/cold coffee but honestly it's anyone's bet. i do not remember clearly enough what happened. this was 2020, so my memory is full of holes!

yes!! so we boil yellow lentils in some turmeric and salt to make a dal kind of thing. we don't season it with anything else for this dish, it's kind of a dal they make it the south to pair up with other curries and stuff! so we add a little bit of clarified butter to rice and mix it up with the lentils first and then add the pickled mango thing — it's called avakai, and it's very much like. a dish of my state. not many people eat it outside of the state, atleast not in that form. but i literally cannot go more than a couple of days without making it a part of one of my meals 🤭🤭 you'd probably not find it in Indian restaurants abroad tho :( unless like. you went to one of those Saravana Bhavans ahfshjdhdj

and omg i hope you enjoy your chili!! I've always wanted to try making it, but a) I'm very lazy and also b) my parents wouldn't eat it because they're just so used to Indian food. my mom doesn't even like pizza shfshs. the only thing she eats that's not fully Desi, is, like, french fries. so it would be kind of a waste to make it while I'm at home. SOME DAY THO ✨_✨

and thank you!! i think these Decisions are going to be harder than i thought. i just feel so clueless, and i think i should be allowed to take chances and make mistakes as a 25 year old, but everything *feels* so permanent and impossible to undo and it's like. oh wow. my actions have consequences?? and I have to live with them for as long as I'm alive??? insane. get out of here. i did not sign up for this.

omg that's so cool! i do not have an artistic bone in my body, so i am always so in awe of people who do!! do you paint from real life, or do you come up with pieces from your imagination? (unrelated: but what's some place you've always wanted to visit? like a place you think of when you paint, and you'd love to go?)

agdfdjd omg!! OH MY BELOVED 🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾

holding your hand rn 😭😭😭 i literally thought i would score less but also. i knew there was something up with whatever is going on in my noggin. not gonna self-diagnose, but yeah. it explains. THINGS. NO? it's funnier bc i think i have accumulated mostly Neurotypical™ friends when i was in college, so it's like, they've always "taken me under their wing" and they would like. infantilize me and stuff, but I'd just lean into it and make a bit out of it aggdjsjs i never did think much of it. it was just one of those things. and i don't think i still do. but it's definitely. SOMETHING. AND IM LIKE..HMMMM. OKAY. SO THAT. MIGHT BE. WHY.

anyway. here's to more personal revelations through internet quizzes. it's so cringe like oh my god but whatever. had to happen somehow right 😭😂

hope you're having a good night! ✨✨✨

last night even tho it was like 100 F outside my mom wanted to make like cornbread for herself so she did and then she made like mac and cheese and did some fish we had in the freezer not a single veg or even like leafy seasoning In sight and the house got up to 74 while she was doing that i had been in the shower during that and got out and was like doing cat food things cause no one else apparently was going to feed the cats while they ate and she was like saying how amazing the meal was while belching and stuff it was so unreal and she was like in her winter flannel stuff during the night and today shes in like layers even though its like 80 and very humid and shes like after her freak out at the freezer is like whining about me using the living room and the bench to sort my things cause She Didnt Buy The Bench For That like girl,,,,no one but me uses the living room for anything, you go to your room directly from work and drink until you pass out and my brother just also goes to his room, its like, an empty room with a single couch in it when im not using it

today is shaping up to be Great

Ya girl out here MAKIN' STUFF

INDY Week: Come One, Come All to Our Virtual Potluck

Everything you need to know this morning

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It’s Thursday, November 26.

Hey y’all,

Happy Thanksgiving! Today, I am thankful for you, the readers of INDY Daily, for always being so willing to reach out and let me know what you think of the stuff I write. It’s a really rare privilege as a writer to enjoy such an engaged readership, and it makes me love the fact that I get to write this for y’all. Today’s newsletter will be the last of the week, and we’ll resume our regularly scheduled programming on Monday morning.

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Come One, Come All to the INDY Week Virtual Potluck!

For our new issue, INDY Week did something really cool: we organized our third annual virtual Thanksgiving potluck dinner and invited some of North Carolina’s most notable citizens to bring their favorite Thanksgiving dishes. At a time when many of us have decided to stay home this year out of concern for the well-being of our families, I hope that the welcoming spirit animating the project can do a little something to bring us closer together. Or at the very least, that the dishes and drinks that our virtual attendees brought will make everyone so full and tipsy that they forget how much things suck right now.

Courtesy of MJ Weber, the bartender at Durham Distillery’s Corpse Reviver bar, we received two original cocktail recipes: One for a gin-based drink called the Boreas, and another one with coffee liqueur called the Nosferatu Flip.

Durham Mayor Steve Schewel contributed a recipe for chopped chicken livers, which he called "the ultimate Jewish food."

Chef Gray Brooks, the owner of Pizzeria Toro, Jack Tar, and Littler, offered up a recipe for homemade green bean casserole.

North Carolina Attorney General Josh Stein, a Democrat, and state Agriculture Commissioner Steve Troxler, a Republican, both gave us recipes for sweet potato casserole. I honestly had no idea that "sweet potato casserole is good" was a bipartisan issue.

Pierce Freelon of the Durham City Council gave us his recipe for a gluten-free chocolate-chip banana bread, and he even included a vegan option.

Chef Ricky Moore, proprietor of Saltbox, sent in a recipe for Coastal Carolina Gold Crab Rice, Sweet Potatoes, Brussels Sprouts, and Cornbread Crumbs, which we called "a main dish disguised as a side dish."

Musician Rissi Palmer gave us a recipe for cranberry chutney.

For dessert, North Carolina First Lady Kristin Cooper contributed a recipe for her version of a raspberry pecan bar.

And finally, retiring Commissioner of Labor Cherie Berrie told us she’d be bringing a bottle of Tito’s Handmade Vodka to our virtual potluck.

For a full list of our virtual attendees and their recipes, click here.

Elsewhere in INDY Land...

Usually, I devote this space exclusively to stories that are in our new issue, but there was a thing that we only published on our website that I wanted to highlight, too. Sorry if I’m telling you too much about how the sausage is made, but hey, I just devoted an entire section of this newsletter to recipes. (Pun!)

We have an op-ed from UNC-Chapel Hill’s Jonathan Weiler on the challenges the Democratic Party still faces even with the defeat of Donald Trump.

Thomasi McDonald explored the Triangle’s troubling history of housing segregation and how the area still feels their effects to this day.

He also reported on the Durham County DA’s announcement that thousands of Durhamites who lost their driver’s licenses due to unpaid fines and tickets may now be able to get their licenses back.

In other good local news, the Durham County Commission has voted to raise the minimum wage of school staffers.

In honor of Trans Awareness week, we ran a photo essay, with accompanying mini-interviews, celebrating the spectrum of gender identities in the Triangle.

Statewide COVID-19 by the numbers: Wednesday, November 25

4,212 New lab-confirmed new cases (346,506 total; seven-day average trending up)

41,746 Completed tests (5.07 million total; most recent positive rate was 7.3 percent)

1,811 Current hospitalizations reported (seven-day average trending up; 5,138 total deaths)  

Quick Hits

Well, this is a bummer. The Carolina Theatre has laid off 90 percent of its staff and will be closing from January until June. I mean, I get it — nobody’s going to movies or concerts right now, and those are the two things the Carolina Theatre offers — but as someone who was laid off myself this year, I feel terrible for its employees and hope that they’re able to stay financially solvent as we wait for a vaccine. Though the theatre claims this doesn’t mean it’s closing down, I also worry about what this says for the Triangle’s film scene as a whole. [News & Observer]

Democrats in the North Carolina State Senate have announced they’ve re-elected Dan Blue as Democratic Leader, Jay Chaudhuri as Caucus Whip, Ben Clark as Caucus Secretary, and Valerie Foushee as Caucus chair. [Associated Press]

Neither Richard Burr nor Thom Tillis have signed on to a U.S. Senate proposal to devote a portion of the next coronavirus relief package to funding the distribution of vaccines. Call their offices and harangue them! [N.C. Policy Watch]

It’s important to remember that Butterball, the company that probably produced your Thanksgiving turkey, does not treat its workers very well. This is a problem that extends across the state’s meatpacking industry as a whole, but they’re the turkey company, so the microscope’s on them this week. [North Carolina Health News]

Finally, check out this weird tiny Christmas house in Raleigh. [WRAL]

Today’s weather: Early rain will turn into clouds with maybe a little bit of thunder. High of 70, low of 49. Then it’ll be cloudy-ish from Friday to Sunday. Highs will be in the 60s, lows will be in the 40s except for Saturday when the low will be 34.

Song of the day: "Can You Feel Me" by Dru Down

As a person named Drew, I am super in favor of musicians also being named Drew. The best musician ever to be named Drew is Dru Down, and if you ever are in the mood for some really slick mid-’90s Bay Area hip-hop, I cannot recommend his 1996 album Can You Feel Me enough.

PS: I hope everyone has a fun and safe Thanksgiving!

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the brisket of belonging

This is a guest post from NB Talkendo, a title abstractor and sometime philosopher in Chicago. They can be found on twitter @talkendo.

I love coffee. My day doesn't feel like it's truly begun until I'm sitting with a cup of coffee and its warmth and bitter, lovely caffeine. It really does make everything better. That said, there is one task I will joyfully start before coffee: LIGHTING A DAMN FIRE. Not just any fire, tho. This sort of fire:

Smoking meat usually means I'm cooking for more than us. It means guests, it means gathering. And if, like today, it's a brisket? Well, that probably means a damn party. So it is 7:15 in the damn morning, I have the day off and I'm still already up and awake. Cuz I've got people coming and a brisket to cook.

Last night, before putting my son to bed, I pulled this behemoth (this one's nearly 15 pounds, half again as big as my usual brisket -- there will be leftovers) out of it's vacuum-sealed bag, cut it in half*, and coated it fairly liberally with my standard rub of half salt, half pepper (I should experiment, but I like only changing one thing at a time, today I'm trying a bit more heat than usual).

*Listen, I know this sounds like I'm a damn heathen, but this smoker doesn't have the diameter to hold a full brisket, and I have yet to find a good vertical rack for one. If you do, let me know.

It takes about 15 minutes for the coals to get going in the chimney starter and a good heat to start. Those get dumped in the fire box and some more charcoal added and a couple pieces of soaked wood. I'm using apple and cherry in combination, but you can use basically any hardwood for this. I get a lot of oak deadfall in my neighborhood and that has done some wonderful things to meat, but hickory or fruit woods or even mesquite could work. I use charcoal, but I hear fine things about propane and electric smokers too; I just love charcoal. Do you.

My uncle smoked a brisket for literally every family gathering I can remember until I moved to Chicago. I imagine he still does, but I don't get to many. When I was old enough to be left unsupervised with fire, I got to occasionally tend the smoker while he did whatever other errands he needed to (usually go get more beer; there was never enough beer, apparently). I learned a lot about heat, about meat, about patience. I do a lot of things differently now than I did then when I was helping him (I don't use a sop, for one), but it laid a lot of groundwork for what I do now.

Once the heat's settled, it's time to pull the meat out of the fridge and put it in the smoker. You can pull it out of the fridge when you start the fire, but I won't put it in the smoker until I'm satisfied with the temperature. Now comes the hard part: remembering to check the fire regularly. If this were a normal day, I'd be out on the patio with it, but it's fifty-damn-seven degrees today, so no. Just, do what you gotta to make sure that those coals DON'T DIE. I will tell you from personal experience: you will hate yourself and everything else if you have to rebuild this fire. If you're one of those folk who use an electric smoker, just make sure you keep your smoke medium (chips, pellets, whatever) supplied.

This gives you a lot of time to think. You can do other things, but I like to think; it's fun and sometimes rewarding. Recently, I've been thinking about what it means to belong. More specifically, what it means to belong to something that doesn't seem to want you. Watching the news, or scrolling a Twitter feed, one can see how deeply the U.S. has become a place (or maybe it always was) that simply doesn't want so many of us. So many of us who have claimed for years that we belonged, that we were a part of this, that the U.S. was made up of us, too. And there has been so much lately that tells the already-marginalized that: NO YOU DON'T BELONG. What does that belonging mean? What is it, how does it work?

People will tell you there is an Objectively Best way to cook a brisket. Those folk are LIARS. You need two ingredients other than brisket to cook a good brisket: love and heat. The heat's obvious: apply some to meat and you get food. Apply love and you get a feast. If you don't love the people you're cooking for, it's going to show up in your food. If you don't love what you're cooking, it's going to show up in your food. If you do, if you love those people and you love that food, then you'll find the best way to get those people that food. It may take some time and some practice, but when you do, there will be great rejoicing.

I think that sort of love is at heart, or is at least a good part of, what it means to belong, especially to something bigger than us. I mean, there's lots of meanings to belonging, lots of ways to belong, but the one that I'm most interested in is that sort of group belonging. What IS it to belong to a group, be it family or friends or larger social groups like "nerd" or "American". We sometimes talk about claiming these as identities, rather than belonging but I think that's an artifact of how we correlate "belonging" with "ownership." The sentence "That suitcase belongs to me" indicates a belonging that is a state of being owned. Which isn't what I want to talk about. What is the thing that compels us to be part of a group? What does being part of a group (belonging) mean? What is it when the group turns on you?

Brisket takes a long time to cook, usually 6 hours or more, depending on heat and size. There's a lot of waiting, spurts of activity and then, as if by magic, everything's done and there's 20 people on your patio ready to eat. Twenty people you've asked to join you. Twenty people you hopefully love, appreciate and want to keep around and you're about to cut into this brisket and feed them. You took a chunk of a dead cow, seasoned it, added some heat and now you're going to give it to someone else. You're creating or developing or maintaning a connection with these people through food. You're forging a belonging with this group.

Theoretically, a group revolves around something shared: goals, values, behaviors, history. Sometimes, the happenstance of birth or of being in the same place. But there's core of sharedness that all participate in. It gets problematic when that sharedness revolves around oppression, which is the part of our cultural moment that makes a mess of everything. That sharedness is something we cling to and defend; it holds to people in the here, in the past, in the future. It takes a lot of work, that sharednesss that is belonging. There's a lot of waiting, spurts of activity and then, as if by magic, you've found yourself in a community of people who lift you up and support you.

Sometimes, though, that belonging breaks. Which is where we've found ourselves. Many people who thought there was a shared ideal that was "America" are finding out that ideal isn't quite as shared, or maybe it means something entirely different to different people. And some of us have found, in the fracture of that sharedness, a sense of loss and a sort of rootlessness. So many of us are still working out how to recover from that.

Growing up, brisket was always a symbol of celebration for me. If there was brisket, there was a party. In trying to cultivate a sense of belonging in wake of this disruption, I keep sharing this festive meal with folks. Sometimes, when the brisket's cut and everyone's had their fill and a sort of calm settles over everything, I feel a sense of joy, of quiet, even of peace.

I think it's called hope.  

BRISKET OF BELONGING

INGREDIENTS

1 brisket (I dunno, like 9-10 pounds.. 15 if you like leftovers or have lots of people coming) A lot of salt A lot of pepper optional: any other spice you think might go well on a big ol’ hunk o’ meat, I'm not the boss of you

DIRECTIONS

If necessary, cut the brisket in half to fit your smoker. Combine the salt and pepper (and other spices). Rub them on the brisket, covering it fairly thoroughly. Set in the fridge for at least overnight.

The next day, light a fire or start up your gas or electric smoker, getting the temperature to around 150-175 degrees (hotter if you're daring and willing to see what happens). Put brisket in smoker. Check occasionally to see if the heat or smoke medium needs replenishing.

About 6 hours later, check the temperature of the meat. If it's equalized to the temperature of your smoker, either smoke for another hour or finish in the oven for an hour on low. If not, keep smoking and check everytime you check your heat or smoke.

Be sure to let it rest briefly before cutting. Cut and serve with any of the following: cole slaw, potato salad, Ranch Style beans, mashed potaotes, cornbread, rolls. BBQ sauce is optional, but go for tangy over sweet.

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